Seek: about the Qingming Festival essay, do not sweep the tomb, do not remember the martyrs, as long as it contains the Qingming feeling on the line, the word count 600

The old saying goes: "The rain falls one after another at the time of the Qingming Festival, the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village". When I think of this poem by the great poet of the Tang Dynasty I think as if the Qingming Festival is coming soon, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Since, the Qingming Festival is spent in the school can not be spent at home. At home, eat the Qingming fruit that you can't usually eat, it's a real delicacy! And I can't go to the countryside with my family to sweep the graves (trekking), give peace to the deceased, pay New Year's greetings to them, and send them the delicacies made at home - Qingmingguo so that they can bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.

So, on Saturday, my father was very empty in the excellent model essay copyright home, decided to take me back to the countryside to my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought their own home made out of the Qingming fruit, bring a basket under a clean newspaper, and then carefully put the Qingming fruit flat in it, so as to avoid an unexpected "accident". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, the whole family got into the car. In the potholes on the mountain road, the car kept bumping, then I remembered the trunk of the food is very worried, anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially in the potholes. We just took our time in the car, like an old cow dragging its legs.

After, half an hour of bumps, we finally arrived at the grandmother's grave, I took out the Qingming fruit put, take incense y bowed, worship a few. To the grandmother to ask for peace, to ask him good excellent FanWen copyright. After he performed the Chinese etiquette, took out the firecrackers "crack crack crack" sounded. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. My brother was so scared that he cried out. Later, I made a silent wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandmother will bless me with faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live happily, be healthy and be successful in their studies". （

This is a traditional festival of the Chinese people, and it is so meaningful, so much better than usual, and so interesting and unusual. And there are activities, and learning, and delicacies. It is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than the Western festivals and has a deeper meaning.

Every year near the time of Qingming, there is always a faint inexplicable sadness in the heart, not very strong, but also lingering, so in the heart around, entangled. The weather these days is very good, I do not know, the day of the Qingming Festival, a flurry of rain will come as scheduled. As if with this rain, the Qingming can appear more out of its light sadness

and the flavor of the silk memory to. The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it. Looking at the sprinkling of rain, it is more able to attract people's hearts that kind of light sadness and thoughts.

Looking back to my youth, the Qingming Festival and rain, in my impression is just a beautiful picture. In the drizzle of the wind, a poor poet riding a horse to catch the road, leaning toward a small shepherd boy, the shepherd boy stood beside the road, one hand holding a whip, one hand pointing to a distant straw house. In the sky above the hut, a red wine streamer looms in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem "Qingming". "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a peaceful and beautiful mood.

The carefree days of youth are always short-lived, just like a kite flown in childhood that breaks its strings and disappears without a trace, and can't be found anywhere. Gradually, Qingming for me, there is more a hint of faint sadness, more and more heavy, especially after the departure of Grandpa, this feeling is more intense. In my impression, grandpa is a kind old man, to me especially good, may be I am better behaved. After Grandpa left, every year on the day of Ching Ming and his memorial day, I would be very sad in my heart. Some people say that the thoughts of others will become fainter and fainter with the passage of time. I think that perhaps the opposite is true for the thoughts of a loved one. Even after a long time, every time we remember their faces and smiles, our hearts will always be a little cold and sour feeling. Even if it is ten years, decades, this feeling will not weaken, disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will become a day that has been passed down for thousands of years; the rain at the time of the Qingming Festival will be unceasingly coming, which is probably for the induction of the sadness in people's hearts.

It's Qingming again.